A man is more a man through the things he keeps to himself than through those he says.
Once in the midst of a seemingly endless winter, I discovered within myself an invincible spring.
The nobility of our calling will always be rooted in two commitments difficult to observe: refusal to lie about what we know, and resistance to oppression.
At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman.
Don't let them tell us stories.
Morality, when formal, devours.